” This is not quite what we are looking for Jane,” Mrs. Hammerstein said to me. ” It’s a bit abstract for my tastes.”
” It’s a wonderful painting,” declared, Mrs. Hammerstein’s son Bobby ” those drops of water are so clear and they jump right out at you and out of the orange background. Well it could be anything: it could be a sky, an orange sunset; it could be a view of nature that the sunset colors. . .”
“Oh, I agree” I said to Bobby smiling ” it’s a beautiful mish mash of orange. And those rain drops, it’s as if you are looking through a window at such glory, they are the best part of the painting.” Bobby smiled back at me. Mr. Winehouser was going to be so impressed with me when I sold the “orange” painting from the art gallery.
The same day it sold to Mrs. Hammerstein, the painting was stolen. I felt I must have really sold the picture, for someone to steal it. To bad for them, it was just a fake. The real one hangs over my bed at home.
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